Tag Archives: cindy sherman

Home and Away

Posted on July 2, 2019 by John Biscello

She turned, obliquely, to reframe her perspective– Maybe one last chance?   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Film Treatment

Posted on July 2, 2019 by John Biscello

She had played dress-up to echo the life without– At twilight, she’d shed.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Framework

Posted on July 2, 2019 by John Biscello

A well-ordered day, relative to the framing, which living betrayed.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Any Given Moment

Posted on July 2, 2019 by John Biscello

She paused, to reflect upon how, in this house, there would never be a shortage of glasses, they’d never run out. Forever, the company of herself, absolished in the throes of forgetting.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Set Design

Posted on July 1, 2019 by John Biscello

All the maidens had gone extinct. The debutantes too. She found herself in this place, alone, a Bardo stage set for a film that would never be made about women who scorched revolution into the earth while kneading forgiveness, for … Continue reading →

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Pillow Talk

Posted on July 1, 2019 by John Biscello

Rumpled, with a sense of grave toil, and casual slips of crucial error– Was this what love meant, or did? Could that be all? The woman settled into the shape of her day, and pined for something remote and unspecified, … Continue reading →

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Childhood’s Haunt

Posted on July 1, 2019 by John Biscello

As if in a dream, or mottled gloam, she found herself bailing on the small needy child with grotesquely long tapered fingers, she found herself leaving home to an unmarked plot and its numberless ghosts.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Slow Burn

Posted on June 30, 2019 by John Biscello

Out here, things were different. The rough patches felt, if not smoother, then at least manageable. This was also a place where she could check her dreams at the door, and not pay them the kind of mind that always … Continue reading →

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Same As It Ever Was

Posted on June 30, 2019 by John Biscello

It wasn’t her house, her nightgown, her anything. And the old woman in the sun hat snoring like a phlegmatic breeze— Who was she? Existential hangovers are the worst, she thought to herself, as she tried to piece together hazy … Continue reading →

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Reel Time

Posted on June 28, 2019 by John Biscello

Where was I then, or better yet, who? All night long I listen to the edges of old photographs brushing against the delicate contours of memory, and thank god for windows and doors.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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